down like nixon. you know my friend bob saccamano? i thought he was kramer's friend. he called last night about 3 a.m. and we got to talkin'. he sells russian hats down at battery park. 40 bucks. 40 bucks? are they sable? no, but the difference is negligible. oh, yeah i like this idea. all right, let's give it a shot. let's go. giddy-up. it's gettin' cold. it's gettin' cold. that was a close one. why do we have to keep this from jerry? because if jerry finds out i'm hooked on rogers' chicken i'm back in there with the red menace. the hat you charged to the company was sable. this is nutria. well, that's, uh... a kind of sable. no, it's a kind of rat. that's a rat hat? and a poorly made one, even by rat hat standards. i have no choice but to recommend your prompt termination to the board of directors. nothing short of the approval of peterman himself will save you this time. but--but he's in the burmese jungle. and quite mad, too from what i hear. wait a minute. wait a minute. can i fire you? no. so heather called. yeah, but get this. the message said "call me if you have the time."